Yesterday, when I woke up and decided to just throw my cigarettes and ashtray in the trash, I recalled the familiar saying “Today is the first day of the rest of your life” - well, I survived yesterday, so today is the second day of the rest of my smoke free life. When I suffer from a craving for a cigarette, I don’t think how great the cigarette would be, what I think is “did I really suffer thru yesterday for nothing???” Tomorrow — it will be did I really go thru two days, or three days, until I’m finally over this withdrawal and stop thinking of one.
Odd, what I didn’t expect is the desire for a cigarette last just seconds, multiple times a day, but the thing I didn’t see coming was this super hyper activity. My poor husband keeps asking me to please just quit talking! If I’m not talking, I’m singing, tapping my fingers or toes, or something. It’s like I can’t sit still.
I’m glad I don’t have to work, or really do anything important today, because my concentration is completely lacking as well.
But it will all be worth it - to be free of the horrible addiction to such a filthy habit. Hurray for the Second Day of the Rest of My Life!
